I can still feel the ghost of his cock inside me, stretching my pussy in ways I hadn’t experienced before. The guy at the gym was a beast, rough and relentless, and I let him use my body like a toy. His hands were everywhere, gripping my hips, slapping my ass, and his cock was a monster, filling me completely. I remember the way he grunted, the way his muscles flexed as he pounded into me. It was raw, primal, and I loved every second of it. Now, as I sit here, I can’t help but wonder if my boyfriend will notice the difference. Will he feel how loose my pussy is after being fucked by a real man? The thought both excites and terrifies me.**The Aftermath of a Wild Encounter: Waiting for the Next Round** I’m trying to focus, to act normal, but my mind is racing. I keep replaying the scene in my head, the way he took control, the way he made me beg for more. My pussy is still throbbing, still aching for more attention. I know I should wait, let things settle down, but the urge to feel him again is overwhelming. I want to feel that power, that dominance, one more time. Maybe I’ll wait a little longer, let the anticipation build. But for now, I’m just here, reliving the moment, savoring the memory of a cock that knew exactly how to use a cheating pussy like mine.